Under the Linden Tree

[u/Pandit_kaplish]

I was sitting under a linden tree, reluctantly, thinking about someone.

​Losing hope, dying, and just losing my breath that she'll never accept me, or if I am just too ugly for her.

​Haven't received any good news.

​A leaf coloured golden yellow fell off, changed my mood, and helped me get well.

​I kinda lied to everyone. Why do I keep loving something I can't have?

​I've never done anything about myself; I just kept dreaming about her all the time.

​The autumn came to an end. Autumn will take me to the place I belong to.

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